Black, brown, white or yellow; tall, short, fat, muscular or dying; young, old, milfs and gilfs! I appreciate God’s work. I don’t see the color of a woman, I see the curve of her hip, the cleave of her breast, the pout of her lips and the perfect outline of her entire figure. My appreciation for the creator leaves me in awe, as I witness the feminine figure that since Eve has remained relevant and perfect. Nothing is better and nothing can compete.
My heart flutters and spouts, If I do not catch myself, I quickly fall. Staring at a woman is akin to staring at the sun, hold your gaze for more than a few seconds and before you know it, you are smitten and blinded.
I view women as the sexual and reproductive companions they are. Since I objectify women, I do not make note of the race. I see the color, but I could care less, since it’s their “goodies” I desire most of all.
Perhaps a high sex drive and a true appreciation would set this awkward society straight. Then again, I’m sure someone would easily take issue with my obvious objectification. Oh well, tomato, potato.